jakkarth

I'm sitting on the couch in the living room of my apartment. The living room is about 10' square. Behind me is the bedroom at about 10x14. There's no door between, and the opening takes up most of the wall so it feels like essentially one room. The floor has large rubber knobs on it that seem like a tripping hazard. That seems unusual to me, so I decide to do a reality check. I reach up and grab my nose, but I can still breath, so I decide I must be dreaming. I push a little with my mind and become lucid. Suddenly everything's in color. I'm turning around the room taking in the sudden vivid colors of reds and blues. I sit down on the floor and run my right hand over the carpet. I can see into the cabinet from this angle but I don't remember what's inside. There's white light coming in from the front window. As I make my way back to the bedroom, Gibbs from NCIS is there. My bedroom is crammed full of stuff. There's a strange foot-powered table saw. Where the bed should be there's a boat with a hammock built into the top.

Someone else comes in through a door that wasn't there before. He and Gibbs and I walk out through this door, and it seems like I'm stepping out of my reality. My apartment was like a sound stage. Commander Riker is asleep on a couch in this room. It's dark. There are no windows and I can't tell where the dim light is coming from. This room is about 12' square. To the left as I came in was another door, with Riker's couch on the same wall beyond it. The other man has a cell phone that can communicate with the waking world, including sending pictures. I decide I want to grab it and send myself a picture of this crazy dream, but he isn't there anymore. Now there's an angry trashcan with ephemeral lightning bolt arms that I have to fight with my mind.

I wake up and decide to try to return to the dream, so I lie very still and try to trace my way back into it. I don't remember the specifics of the rest of the dreams, but I remember bouncing from lucid to awake several times like a rock skipping on the surface of a lake. Inanimate objects kept being turned against me and I had to struggle with them. I think I was chasing the man with the cell phone or the organization he worked for. In the end, the closet doors opened and all of my clothes piled onto me at once until I couldn't move.